finding a new street

this poem..is off a friends blog. i guess its something most of us could probably relate to. but right now, is me all over.
when oh when will i take that other friggin street?

PORTRAIT OF PROGESS
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost.... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But is isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in.... it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.